Easy.

I happened to search your name
even though I deleted my socials
and I found you within seconds

no surprise there

you're everywhere

and I wonder what you think of me.

I realize that I really shouldn't care.

You're a few years younger,
I'm pretty sure we're too different

but I really can't say that since
I barely know you,

only in glances and awkward waves
and wondering if you're looking right at me
from your tinted windows.

I guess it freaks me out a little,
having someone close to my age

who looks so vibrant
like you're enjoying life

and I'm not used to that.

There may be a day
where you hear the screams,
and I hope, by then,

you'll be on your way to work

though you'd probably never
confront me or ask

because no one ever asks.

How many times I wished
people like you could see my tears,
could see the chaos reflected
in the inability to keep your gaze

and how I wish,

we could have an easy life

and I could run away
the way you run every night
after dinner

effortlessly

without breaking a sweat,

as you look left then right
and cross a road that never

let me pass easily.